Only you in my love

Chapter 851 Jealousy

Both Leon and Vicente had their backs to the glass door, but Michelle, on the other hand, was in full

view of anyone outside.

Barbie instantly recognized Michelle at first glance. She had seen a photo of her framed on Leon's

desk, and she had caught glimpses of her on his phone whenever they were on video call.

Michelle was the kind of girl who could make Leon keep his phone close 24/7. She was the kind of girl

who could make him call her at a fixed time every day. She was the kind of girl who could make him

stay on the line for hours on end, even if no one was talking.

Even if Barbie couldn't see his face, she knew that it was Leon squatting down next to Michelle, This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

carefully placing her feet into a pair of shoes.

Even Lyndon asked with some uncertainty, "Is that Leon?"

Barbie averted her gaze quickly and shook her head. "No."

"Okay." Lyndon was old and his grey hair was thinning. He needed to walk with a walking stick if he

wasn't supported by someone else. Despite this, his eyes were still sharp and he still managed to give

off a majestic aura.

Looking at her grandfather from the corner of her eye, Barbie couldn't tell whether he believed her or

not.

She tried to urge him to walk forward, away from the glass door to the reception room. However,

Lyndon suddenly asked, "Do you know that Leon has a girlfriend? Not the one from the Feng family."

"I know," Barbie answered frankly.

Lyndon glanced at her and asked, "Which family is she from?"

"I don't know," Barbie said calmly. "She's been protected well. I don't know what she looks like, what

she sounds like, or her family background."

Lyndon just grunted indifferently. "A girlfriend and a wife are two different concepts."

"Truly." Barbie nodded respectfully.

"It's good you know that." Lyndon wore a deep set scowl at all times, which made him look old and

authoritative. Barbie, on the other hand, always smiled gracefully, but that didn't overshadow her being

capable and professional.

Whenever the two of them walked together at big events like this, Barbie always heard the same things

over and over again. "You and your grandfather are so alike!"

"That is an order. Follow it." This was the most commonly uttered sentence from her grandfather.

She had always been proud of her upbringing.

But she had never expected that who she was to marry would be part of the countless orders she'd be

forced to follow.

When she just received the news that she was going to participate in the selection of Leon's secretary,

she couldn't help but feel excited. She went through great lengths to pass all the tests and felt

immensely proud when she was selected in the end.

However, in her moment of success, her grandfather announced that her being Leon's secretary

basically meant she was also his woman. Now, she was just his secretary, but in the future, she was to

be queen of C Island.

Many people had their own faith, and for Barbie, Leon was her faith. She wasn't willing to blaspheme

her faith.

In her eyes, it was disrespectful to her faith if she married Leon—especially after finding out that he had

already fallen in love with someone else. Moreover, when she saw with her own eyes how much Leon

liked that girl, she became more determined not to interfere with his love life.

Every relationship based on love was worthy of respect.

Just then, Vicente turned his head and happened to see Barbie standing outside by the glass door. As

though she had felt his gaze on her, she turned to look at him and their eyes met.

She tried to tell him something with her eyes. Giving him a serious look, she then glanced at Michelle

and Leon, indicating that the two shouldn't show up at the banquet at the same time. If her grandfather

found out, he would do everything in his power to find a way to have Michelle removed from the picture.

But she wasn't close with Vicente, so she couldn't tell if the other person got her message.

Sure enough, Vicente didn't understand what Barbie was trying to say—at least, not all of it.

But she understood enough to know that she was trying to say something important, and that it had

something to do with Leon and Michelle.

"Leon, I saw Barbie by the door just now. It looks like she has something important to tell you."

Leon had just finished tying the shoelaces on Michelle's new pair of white shoes. Then, he stood up

and touched her cheek gently.

"How do you know she has something important to tell me?" he asked without tearing his gaze off

Michelle.

"Her eyes," Vicente said seriously. "And, it has something to do with you two."

"Us?" Leon's expression hardened. Finally, he said to Vicente, "Please take Michelle to a hotel. No, she

can't go to a hotel. Take her to Wynn's house."

Ever since Barbie had moved into Leon's castle, Wynn had gone back to his own house. He didn't

need to be on call twenty-four hours a day.

But Wynn lived a stone's throw away from Leon's place.

From one window in his house, he could see the whole castle; from another, he could see the rise and

fall of the tide.

Without asking why she had to leave, Michelle said, "I'll have to inform Cara and Selena. My phone's in

Cara's handbag, and my luggage is in Selena's house. Oh, actually, I can go back to Selena's house. I

don't want to bring trouble to Wynn and his family."

"Good girl." Leon patted her on the head. Then, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "It'll be

better if you stay in Wynn's house. He lives alone. If you stay in Selena's, I won't be able to visit you

there."

Vicente, overhearing what Leon was saying, realized his true motive for sending Michelle to Wynn's

house.

Leon just wanted to use Wynn's house so he could meet Michelle in secret and they could date in

peace.

Vicente felt a little bit envious.

She also wanted to meet someone in secret. However, there was nothing she could do but sigh and

nod obediently.

When that was settled, Michelle went to the banquet hall to find Caroline and Selena to inform them

where she was going. She also took her phone back from Caroline.

"Have a good time with Leon, but pay attention to your phone," Caroline warned. "I will inform you in

advance when our shooting will take place. Remember, you're here for work, not pleasure."

"Got it, Thank you, Cara. I'm leaving now."

"Go ahead. Keep safe!"

After saying goodbye, Michelle started making her way back to Vicente. Coincidentally, the dinner party

began. The guests quieted down and held their breath, waiting for the Yin family to show up.

No one moved, so Michelle was forced to follow suit. Standing in the crowd, she saw a beautiful

woman holding the arm of an old man emerge. They were probably the hosts of the banquet.

The guests all raised their glasses to toast to the New Year, then music started to play and the guests

started to dance merrily.

Michelle took this as an opportunity to hurry to Vicente's side. Just as the two of them were about to

leave, it was announced that Barbie and Leon were going to begin the evening with their first dance.

The crowd burst into applause.

Michelle, however, stopped and turned around. In the center of the hall, she saw the beautiful woman

place her hand on Leon's shoulder while Leon placed his hand on her waist.

It was just a dance, and it didn't mean anything, but Michelle couldn't help but feel jealous.

Vicente, noticing the green-eyed monster next to her, raised her hand to block her view. "Don't look. It's

all just business. The one he likes is you."

"I know." Although she was well aware of this fact, she was still jealous.

Michelle pursed her lips unhappily.

Because she was petite and was standing behind other guests, Leon couldn't see her in the crowd. He

thought she had left already, so he let loose and focused solely on his dance with Barbie.

Even if he did catch a glimpse of Michelle, he couldn't have invited her to dance, because they'd get

into big trouble.

He could only ask Vicente to take her away.

And yet, Michelle still somehow managed to watch the two of them dance. In the car, Vicente took out

her phone and sent Leon a message.

"Mimi saw you dance with Barbie. She hasn't said a word or laughed till now. She's definitely jealous.

Come back early and comfort her."

After she sent the text, Vicente raised her head. Only then did she notice that Michelle was staring at

her.

"Count Nangong, if you're Berry's cousin, can I call you Vicente, too?"

"Of course you can. If you like, you can treat me like a brother." Vicente smiled. After all, they were

close friends—well, Berry and Michelle were close friends.

However, Michelle shook her head. "No, I used to treat Leon like a brother before. Now, we're a couple.

He asked me not to treat anyone else like a brother. Sorry."

Vicente was rendered speechless.

'Why, this couple...'

"Vicente, can you teach me how to dance? Leon danced the waltz just now, right? I haven't learned it

yet. Can you teach me?" Michelle asked expectantly.

Vicente raised her eyebrows slightly. "Well, I could, but I think it's better if Leon teaches you."

Michelle's eyes widened. "Please teach me! I want to dance with Leon. Is that okay, Vicente?"

She sounded sincere and looked so cute and innocent that Vicente nodded eventually.

As soon as Leon read Vicente's message, he rushed to Wynn's house. The second he pushed open

the door, he was greeted by the sight of Vicente holding Michelle's hand, one arm around her waist.

They were dancing.

Michelle was smiling at Vicente sweetly.

Leon's eyes almost popped out of his head. Speechless, he thought to himself, 'Didn't Vicente just tell

me that Mimi was jealous?

But I'm the one who should be jealous.'